I’m sitting in the rear room of where I live at the moment. Been sitting here for a bit, preparing to get some stuff done before the day properly commences, and it has been nice. Put some washing on. Low chance of rain. Have the back door open and it’s all nice. Sunlight coming through in rays among itself. You know, all that pleasant stuff. It’s a good thing to have at this hour, I feel. Then a storm hit.

It’s passed now, but it was great to be able to just sit here and watch it happen. See the rain fall and blanket everything whilst the sun kept shining upon a waking world, and now the rain has passed and the sun is brighter, and all feels quiet. And it felt like it was all mine to witness.

If you’ve been following me for long enough, you’ll know that I like the rain and I like water in general. I like watching it move and change, and I like how it transforms space, so being able to see it hit quite quickly, and now seeing how its result reacts with the sunlight is quite wonderful to me. I can barely hear any traffic or human action, and there’s bird sounds around, and all of this feels pleasant. It reminds me of why I want to eventually move to The Mountains.

But you get to witness these things and see change and movement throughout the day, and I think it’s great how, in the right situations, it sort of creates a pause on life. You know, it stops movement, scatters things, and then it’s all one moment of percussive sound and sheets of varying thickness. It interacts with the light of an area, changes things, creates moods and feelings, and seems to feel like a cleanser in some ways. Not always, though.

It has started and stopped raining again since I started this, and the sun is now out, brighter and more harsh than earlier. It seems like today is going to be a good day.